Inside this clay jug there are canyons and pine mountains, and the maker of canyons and pine mountains!
All seven oceans are inside, and hundreds of millions of stars.
The acid that tests gold is here, and the one who judges jewels.
And the music that comes from the strings that no one touches, and the source of all water.
If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth: Friend, listen: the Beloved whom I love is inside.
Why should we two ever want to part? Just as the leaf of the water rhubarb lives floating on the water, we live as the great one and the little one.
As the owl opens his eyes all night to the moon, we live as the great one and the little one.
This love between us goes back to the first humans: it cannot be annihilated.
Here is Kabir's idea : as the river gives itself into the ocean, what is inside me moves inside you.
~ KABIR version by Robert Bly From The Kabir book: forty-four ecstatic poems by Kabir (1977)
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